It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
So yesterday I bought a tiny bronze statuette of the Hindu god Ganesh, known for his elephant's head, from a blind white Hare Krishna in a incense-reeking Bloomington shoppe. Ganesh removes obstacles; hence, he now lives on the tiny platform under my computer monitor. Here are some pictures I took of my new buddy. Clockwise, Ganesh napping soundly on my palm. Second, Allagash Ganesh: the truth is out there. Third, Ganesh cavorting merrily under my computer monitor. Finally, Loch Ness Ganesh, blurry and rising from the waves.
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Ganesh in the palm of your hand, so what obstacles are in your way Dom?
that ain't right....... dear lord be with me and the pigmies down in Bornio (Larry the Cable Guy)
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